Читать книгу The Seventh Angel. Crypt of the Seven Angels - Natalie Yacobson - Страница 8

Rod said he wants to show her something unusual. Blaise responded to the invitation, only she was armed to the teeth.

He was afraid of the girl and respected her. Even brought a bribe. Blaise drew attention that where he leads her, it stinks like in the morgue.

She saw the corpse without fingers. Handwriting Damian! Only he knew how to apply such deep ripped wounds. But why should he cut off the person all his fingers? For fun! How do the Indians take off the scalp? Or for the sake of rings that were put on these hands? And whether they were rings at all?

«This is not the first case,» explained Rod. «More with several of ours happened the same thing.»

«Everyone was cut off all the fingers on both hands?» She frowned.

«Someone has only index fingers or medium.»

«Maybe because of rings.»

«No, my uncle has a wedding ring on his finger and they did not touch his finger.»

«Maybe Vendetta? Each sliced finger can symbolize some of their misconduct in relation to another clan.»

«Hardly.»

«Not for what was to revenge?» sarcastically asked Blaise.

«No one left, who would be able to take revenge.»

«But someone killed them.»

– Did not kill, just cut the fingers.»

«Death came only because of this,» she touched the stubs.

«Do not touch! It’s dangerous!»

Indeed, on the tips of the nails, something black appeared, but immediately stopped, as if someone had a blowing on her, instantly healing.

«And you are really special,» said Rod.

«You say, there are no other injuries on the corpses than fingertips?» Blaise examined the corpse.

«Maybe they died from what they were frightened so much, and not from injuries?» She closed the glazed eyes, which reflected a clear horror. She is not an anatom. Although Damian repeated that it was necessary to study an anatomy to know exactly where to apply a cutting or stuck.

«It is unlikely,» again repeated Rod. «They were afraid of nothing.»

«And where are their fingers?»

«Probably the one who cut off, took them with him.»

«But why?»

«I… We… thought you would immediately understand.»

«Not immediately, but I will understand.»

«You are learning wounds on bodies like writing. All from the clan Rosier did so?»

«Don’t talk about my family,» said Blaise. «This is a bad sign. You do not want your clan to finish as well.»

«But it is already happening! One corpse, then others. No one saw the murderers. And surveillance cameras failed. The corpses are becoming more and more.»

«The police have already known?»

«No, and should not. The corpses should be burned. So said the one who helped them discover.»

– That is who?

«I don’t know, the uncle hired him, and he was dead as they.»

«They all have merged at least something, except that they are from one clan. Maybe some kind of shared outset, some business?»

«In addition to those cases, what were they with you?»

«With me? I do not remember that they have some things with me.»

«And the suspicious type they hired, promised to take them into place, whose wealth you also wanted to get.»

«And what is this place? Did he refer the crypt of Rosiers?»

Rod shrugged.

«He spoke something about Nibelung. His voice was given as an echo in stone.»

«Did you listen under the door?»

«Yes, and now the ear is sick.»

«Nibelungi is a fairy tale of the ancient German peoples. Unless someone in the modern world took his gang nickname in their honor. But why do they need someone’s fingers?»

«And with your family it was also. They also cut their fingers before the fire. Someone says that they cut off the insides and cut in the form of a four-line clover. Is this true?»

«No,» Blaise shuddered from unpleasant memories. «Everything was much worse with my family.»

«But…»

«If you don’t want to go for their killers, do not ask,» she easily clicked a dagger with three sharp blades, which Damian has long taken of museum’s showcase, ignoring the alarm and an interrupting a whole patrol of the police.

Rod knew that firearms would not help him. Blaise makes a dagger faster than he can press the trigger, and its insides will be on the asphalt. She didn’t care what weapon to use for the destruction of humanity. Damian knew how to turn into fatal weapons even the most ordinary stick.

«Imagine that my goal is to destroy the whole world, and you are bothering me with a dozen corpses with chopped fingers.»

«They were your friends.»

«I don’t have friends, and someday you will understand that you also don’t have them, if you stand up to this age when you can take the place of uncle.»

Her opinion was for him very important. For his clan, she has long been a legend. She was appreciated by complete fearlessness and invulnerability. She had one friend – Damian, but she refused him herself. For the sake of Luciana. And now she was waiting for him to appear from the dark. Damian could all. He was even more powerful than a demon. So where is he now?

«Cut the fingers from those corpses on which they still remain!» She demanded.

«What for?» Rod was embarrassed, and she guessed why.

«Then it is better to lead me to the corpses, and I will cut the surviving fingers myself.»

He agreed on this. She would take the corpses themselves for the opening, if she did not neglect the medical education at one time, but she will be content with the fingers. She needs one test.